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Not ShatteredTristan chuckles as he looks down at the fallen heroes, walking leisurely through the bodies, hands in his pockets. It’s always much too easy in the beginning- no one ever sees it coming.
He would’ve thought that this time would’ve been different. This particular group of heroes should’ve known him much better than most. He’d been on their team for years as a child- or had they simply forgotten about him when he left? The thought brings a bitter taste to his mouth, and he buries it back down where it belongs. Those days are behind him, and he has risen so far above those years of being ignored and in pain. He has made them kneel.
Two of the heroes in particular catch his eye, and he smirks, striding over to them. A green skinned girl and a boy in a blue and black suit- so much older looking now- lie sprawled on the floor of the warehouse. It’s quite a satisfying sight. He had been friends with them, once, but over the years he came to realize they ha
Heroes In Training-Scatterbrain
Secret ID: Tristan Maxwell Hart
Meaning: Tristan: Noise, Maxwell : Marcus's Stream, Hart : Strong
Superhero Alias: Scatterbrain
Meaning/Reason: From his ability to scramble people's thoughts and memories, as well as his own scatterbrained mind.
Nationality: Welsh and Dutch
Birthplace: Boulder, Colorado
Places Lived: Boulder, Colorado, Gotham City
Current Residence: Gotham City/ Happy Harbor
Birthday: February 10th
Eye Color: bluish green
Hair Color: light brown
Hair Type: Curly
Physical Description: Skinny and long-limbed, with a very small amount of muscle tone. His skin is very pale, with sharp and angular facial features and a smattering of freckles. His hair is fairly short and very curly and seems to get bigger the more stressed out he gets. He has a very wide, toothy smile, big eyes, and
A Picnic Among the StarsSummer was a rather hectic time at Camp Half-blood. During the other seasons it was nearly dead, and as much as Gloria loved the hustle and bustle that June and July brought well she would be lying if she said she didn't miss the peace and quiet, at least a little bit. So it was nice to spend a few hours with Travis in the strawberry fields, away from all the noise and people.
Travis had completely surprised her, dragging her out to the strawberry fields without a single hint of why they were going there. He even made her close her eyes. But she hadn't seen him the whole day, so it hardly mattered to her where they went, as long as they were together.
"Here we are," Travis said proudly, bringing her to a stop. "You can open your eyes now."
She grinned and cracked open her eyes, gasping at what she saw, her hands coming up to her mouth.
A bright red picnic blanket was nestled back behind a strawberry bush, loaded down with a big, traditional picnic basket, a couple of pillows and e
SpidersQuinn Phillips wasn't scared of many things. Heights? Please. Snakes? No problem. Scary movies? Bring it on. It was one of those things she prided herself in, and yeah, maybe bragged about, just a bit.
Spiders were an entirely different matter.
They were literally out to get her. And no matter what Reed said, she wasn't exaggerating. They tracked her down, and once they found her they were relentless.
Liam had seen it first. She was on the other side of the cabin, reading a book in her bunk, when she heard his absolutely bloodcurdling scream. Following the scream was loud thud and a series of crashing noises, and then another scream. "Quinn!"
Not all that concerned, Quinn closed her book with an exasperated sigh and made her way towards the ongoing cacophony. Liam was crouched under the floor with wide, fearful eyes, and a pile of books splayed out across the floor. Quinn rolled her eyes. "What, Liam?" she sighed, with the tone of someone who was clearly used to this. Liam turne
WrongEverything had gone wrong, terribly horribly wrong. It had been a simple battle, a small monster fight that wasn't supposed to take much effort. No one was supposed to get hurt.
He glanced down at the blood blossoming through the fabric of his shirt. He should feel pain, he though vaguely, but all he felt for the moment was numb. Detached. Seemingly far away, the sounds of battle still went on. No one had noticed him yet. With the crashes of the waning fight lost in the background, his eyes closed and his sword slipped from his hands. Was he falling? Suddenly, he couldn't tell. The thoughts in his head had thoroughly turned to mush, making everything tinny and out of focus. His face was pressed into something soft and slightly itchy now. He felt tired, so tired, and his brain was moving at a rather sluggish pace. Surely his friends wouldn't mind if he just rested for a minute
"Micah!" A voice screamed, painfully familiar to his ears. Hands came to his face, gentle and warm
87. GunshotsEverything had been so normal and perfect; Quinn really should've been more suspicious.
The day had almost gone too well. All her homework was perfectly in order (which was usual, but still), her siblings had not said a word to her, neither had any of the stupid girls at school and here's the real shockerschool lunch wasn't half as bad as it usually was.
Well, she thought. Today is just a day full of miracles.
But it wasn't.
She had been so close to safety, so close to a chance of life that it was almost cruel. In fact, it was. A couple feet more and she would've been off to do her homework, yell at her siblings and catch up on the TV she had missed.
Not dead on contact.
Not in an ambulance.
Not six feet under.
Oh, she had heard the gunshots all right.
Warmth Robbie had been having the absolute worst day, and the weather more than reflected his mood. Dark, gray and swirling, the clouds hung in a thick blanket overhead, letting out a torrential downpour of freezing rain. His umbrella had long since been lost, and maybe he would've taken the time to find if he had known all the water on this earth would be coming down directly over Frisco exactly when he was walking home.
The walk wasn't short, and the rain slowed Robbie down tremendously. By the time he reached his apartment, he was soaked to the bone and frozen solid. He fumbled through his drenched pockets for his key, the cold making his mind a little foggy. Fingers finally closing around the slick piece of metal, Robbie pulled it out and tried to unlock the door. But his hands were shaking too much, and they key didn't seem to fit in the lock at all. After a few more agonizing seconds, the door swung open by itself, and
Ruined Things Robbie lay sprawled on the green-and-yellow checkered linoleum floor, without any real drive to get up. It occurred to him that he had been laying like that for nearly an hour. His books lay askew down the hall, papers trampled and crushed by the massive stampede of students that had gone raging by. They had all gone now. And out of the many hundreds of students, not a single one of them had made any move to help him, make sure he was okay, or at the very least pick up his stuff. No, of course they hadn't.
He sat up slowly, only vaguely aware that every part of his body ached and that he was probably just one big bruise at this point. But that sort of pain didn't really affect him much anymore. But for the first time after any bout of bullying he had ever endured, he felt utterly broken. He didn't know why. It felt as if something had just snapped inside him, and there was no repairing it.
The one machine he c
PurpleRemy stood next to Micah in the now-empty shell of the living room, feet crackling on the plastic covering the floor. Leaning down to dip her big paint brush in the bright purple paint, she looked up at Micah and sighed.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have paid someone to do this," she muttered for the thousandth time, painting a large streak of violet against the white wall. Micah grinned, dipping his paintbrush in the paint and dripping all over the thankfully covered carpet. In the first thirty seconds of painting, he had already managed to get paint all over his clothes and a big smudge across his nose.
"Because, love, we are perfectly capable of doing this ourselves," he said, painting a huge streak across the wall for emphasis. A smile tugged at the corners of Remy's mouth, and she suppressed a laugh.
"So basically, you're a cheapskate," she said teasingly, turning her head to grin at him. He pouted, shaking his head.
"Nuh-uh. I'm a businessman."
Loki x Pregnant Reader“I just don’t know what to do.” You complained to your best friend as the two of you talked over coffee inside the S.H.E.I.L.D break room.
“Have you even tried to tell Loki that you’re pregnant yet?” Natasha questioned after setting her mug down.
“I’ve tried like three times today and each time he had to leave before I could tell him. And now he’s about to go on another mission.” You sighed before downing the rest of coffee.
It was the unholy hour of five a.m. but that fact was lost on you as you sat at your kitchen table reading a magazine and humming.
“Hi honey!” You greeted your husband excitedly as Loki passed through the doorway. He either mumbled a hi or grunted in return, this early in the morning it was nearly impossible to differentiate the two, but you just smiled on and flipped the pages.
“So when my pregnancy starts to show do you think I’ll be on
Male!Nepeta x Chubby!Reader: You're Purrrfect~! :3 I was just one of your regular old high school juniors except that I'm not, actually. I'm an outcast, weird, fat. Any other negative connotations you can think of. But, don't get me wrong. I do have some friends, and a crush. No, I'm not gonna tell you who that is. At least, not yet. You'll find out for yourself. Anyway, back to my story. As for my friends, they're Kanayo, Gamz, Tav, Jade, Rose, Jane, John, Jake, Mituna, Kur, and Lur. It was going to be an average day for me. The whispers behind my back, the glares, laughter, taunting, bullying, threats, the list goes on and on. They have yet to do any physical harm to me because of who my friends are. No one dares messes with them, especially Gamzee, Jake, Kurloz and Luriot. At lunch, I go sit under my tree with my laptop. I update little bits of my stories and listen to music. Since it's far from people, I can sing and do what I wanted. One of my favorite songs came on Pandora, This Love by Maroon 5. I sang along
Levi/Rivaille x Reader- Don't LeaveIt was around one in the morning. Despite the fact that you'd just arrived back from an expedition, you were sleeping extremely lightly. Because you just had to be woken up, you heard a small sound. a grumble. You woke immediately and opened your eyes. You rolled over to face Levi, who was still asleep.
He let out another groan. You were beginning to feel concerned, usually he didn't make a sound or move a muscle while he was asleep. Usually he slept with his arms to his sides facing up, which made it almost impossible to snuggle. Now, he was unusually curled up in a ball and wrapped up in blankets in a way that made you wonder if he could even breathe.
you lightly tapped his forehead with your index finger. He smacked your hand away angrily.
"Levi?" you whispered softly. Immediately, hearing your voice he rolled over slowly with a stifled groan.
Agony tainted his words. Was he...dreaming? As you pondered his strange actions, he rolle
Prom Teen Loki x Teen Reader Music flowed through the air at a fast pace as you stood in a dark corner and sipped your drink. Your golden high heel clad foot tapped along to the beat as your (e/c) eyes scanned the large crowd. Normally you avoided proms like the plague, but this prom was special. It was senior year, and all prom kings and queens were seniors. Not that it excited you at all, but your best friend and crush had been dreaming about becoming prom king most of his life and so you toughened up and bought a ticket.
“Having fun (y/n)?” Loki asked as he sidled up beside you.
“Words cannot describe how much fun I’m having.” You deadpanned before chugging the rest of your drink.
“As soon as I get voted king we can leave. I’ll even buy you dinner for being such a good sport.” He bribed trying to fool you into thinking that voting took place sooner than at pretty much the end of the night.
“Fine, do you know where Sam is
I will wait for you Loki x Possessed ReaderThe bed you were currently was plush and the warm dark green covers enveloped you like a hug, but those weren’t the reason why you detested the prospect of leaving your bed. The real reason currently had his right arm wrapped around your back; simultaneously pressing you firmly into his side. A lazy smile settled on your face once you began to run your fingers over his bare chest. Your eyes were closed in contentment so you never even noticed Loki’s free hand move closer to your chest roaming hand until his slender fingers encircled your wrist. Your eyes popped open just in time to see a predatorily type grin flicker on his mouth before he flipped the two of you over.
“You’re heavy.” You complained with a grin.
“And you’re rude; therefore, you must be punished.” Loki breathed into the crook of your neck. You couldn’t help the excited giggle that bubbled up, but Loki decided to cut it short; with his mouth. Your fingers had jus
Levi/Rivaille x Reader- LeavesA frigid December morning. The corporal had ordered you to rake up some leaves so that the soldiers could train. You huffed as you swept another pile of leaves into the much larger pile you;d created in the center of the field. Your (f/c) scarf began to slip from around your neck, causing you to drop the rake immediately. When it fell it just happened to land on your foot, causing you to let out a yelp.
Behind you, you hears laughter followed by a 'tch' sound.
"Not funny, Levi." You grumbled as he tapped hos foot teasingly.
" You're right. It's not funny. it's hilarious."
"Shut up, meanie." You then bent down to pick up your rake. Before you even realized what was happening, you were face down in the massive pile of leaves.
You turned your head to see Levi. He was laughing. Again. Which was extremely out of character. That meant that you probably looked fabulously pathetic at the moment. You grumbled and reached for his ankle. You grabbed it and tugged angrily
Weather (Malik x reader x Altair)
Altaïr was covered in a sheen of sweat beneath the heavy material of his assassin's robes. The moment his feet hit the ground before the bureau in Jerusalem his motivation leapt and crashed. He'd have to climb once more in the gruelling heat. But after that, he could rest. That is, if Malik did not order him out like last time. Why did the sun have to be so tortiously slow at burning him to death as he climbed?
Altaïr dropped from the grating and dipped a hand in the fountain. He splashed his face clean, uncomfortable and wishing nothing more than to escape the heat. Escape the sun and everything else. But he could not spend all day over the sun-warmed water.
He pulled out a feather stained in red and placed it on the counter inside the room. There it was more humid but not as hot, and Altaïr fought the urge not to pant.
"The target has been dealt with."
You glanced up from your scroll on the desk, your own face slightly pink tinged. Altaïr dismissed it in his mind
Crossing time (Altair x reader x Desmond)
The man slid one foot outwards behind him, making a circular stroke which left a clean pattern on the sand below him. He tilted his upper body back while he did so, lifting one leg and outstretching an arm. The sword hit empty air right above the current height of his chest. He stood on the palms of his hands, laying all his weight there while he partially fell onto his feet after. The force of that took down a guard and he stood perched on their unconscious body.
He held both arms out, hidden blades now glinting in the sun as he tilted his head upwards to see his enemy. They saw a glimpse of his face as high as his cheekbones before he put one foot forward and exchanged weight. He shot forward, jumping slightly to gain air and speed. One hidden blade slid into place between one man's eyes, blood spurting out as they dropped their blade. It grazed white robes, not touching flesh but laying a small tear. It went unnoticed.
There was an emotionless yank back, blood now allowed to course
Forever YoursForever Yours
It was the middle of the night, there was no storm, no clouds, just the shimmering of the stars that shone down on the land below. Many were sleeping at this time, many were wrapped up in their covers and had left to the world of dreams. However for four certain people, that wasn't the case.
It had been a rough night for these certain few. A very rough night. They were exhausted, wounded and dead like.
They were now in a hospital, the hospital was eerily quiet. There was no commotion, no panic. Just the faint sound of people walking up and down halls. One of our friends had been wounded badly and now needed medical care.
But how were they injured? What had happened this night that had caused our four friends to end up in this eerie hospital.
Well it had all started seven hours ago....
Alarms bells rang all over the ship, red lights were flashing all over the place. In the heart of it all four friends were running for their lives, dashing l
Chance of A Lifetime"Hey, Bouchard!" A voice called from down the hall. Marcie raised an eyebrow as her name was called, pausing in the hall and momentarily causing a halt in traffic. She looked over her shoulder to see Reed making her ways towards her with a grin, a giant among the crowd, shoving first years away to make a path.
"What?" she sighed, and his grin widened. He came up next to her, slinging a lanky arm over her shoulders. His fingers toyed with one of her curls. She let him.
"Aw, not even a proper hello? That's rude, Marce," he informed her, pouting slightly.
"Terribly sorry," she said, rolling her eyes. "And don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I like," he said, smirking at her, and she matched his expression.
"Fine then, Micah," she said pointedly, elbowing him in the side slightly. His smirk grew.
"Well played, Bouchard," he said, his blue eyes full of humor, even the odd, sightless one. "Feel free."
She was suddenly very aware of his arm slung around her shoulders, and she
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